Oftentimes, death is much more commonplace in non-Western countries. Still, it’s ugliness rips color from our world, gripping hearts with fear. When death appeared for the first time in my early childhood, God used it to begin teaching me what it ...

“I knew you were going to say that,” my coworker said with a delighted laugh. I smiled. In a land where even my skin tone shouted foreign, it felt good to be partially known.